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  My momma left me she hurt me real bad she told shane that he was my dad, 14 years ago  i could of been left in the cold winter snow but instead i lived and i met my real dad 
Fresh of the yawning morning  The wickedness overdrive of rays flowing  Blue skies darken with clouds  Shearing the long roads with eternity   I sat, I breathed I followed
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